A/N: Wilwarin is mine, though her name is of Tolkien's language. Italics are her thoughts, and she is also the narrator.
After several hours of walking we came to the dark arch with the three passage ways, the look of bewilderment fell upon Gandalf's face again, just as it had at the gate. He looked between the three passages and every member of the Fellowship, in turn, came to the realization that the Wizard had no idea where he was going. I sat down along with the others, still keeping a small distance and tried to decide whether I should try and help, to speed the process along. Having us go up the right hand passage too early may get us into more trouble, but it may also save us from some trouble.
I had realized a few hours before that I could not try and save Gandalf from the Balrog, since it was because of that that he became Gandalf the White, and that was an event that was of the utmost importance. Though getting us out of the mines while still allowing for Gandalf to fall could make it slightly easier for us later on. What on earth am I supposed to do with this knowledge of the future?
I decided not to interfere in this case, and I watched as Pippin dropped a stone down the well and listened to the tapping noises in the distance, and then I decided to get some sleep.
We were all woken by the old Wizard about six hours later, with the news that he remembered the right-hand passage being the right way to travel. The following night was spent in the Dwarrowdelf, which was far greater then I could have ever imagined, though I achieved very little sleep, since I knew what would happen the following day.
The next morning, as I had expected, the tomb of Balin was found and I knew that a battle was ahead for us, my first time really fighting. I felt both excited and very scared.
Gandalf read aloud from the book that was found there and then he decided we'd head back to the hall, then suddenly we all stopped at the sound of drums and a horn, I realized quickly that we were trapped, and slowly pulled out my bow before anyone else. Boromir ran to wedge the door shut, fear started to swell up inside me, and I saw this echoed on the face of the small Hobbits. As the foot of the giant troll came into view the small Ringbearer sprung forth with a loud cry of "The Shire" and struck the foot with his small blue blade. This show of bravery took away my fear of the large troll, if Frodo can fight him then so can I.
As arrows flew in and goblins and orcs came into view, Legolas and I stood side by side, shooting one arrow after the other, neither of us ever missing our targets, as the others fought along side us. I suddenly noticed that Frodo had been stabbed with a large spear, and I felt that I had failed until I remembered his hidden mithril armor, I continued to shoot my arrows as Gandalf instructed us to run down the near by staircase.
We continued to run until we arrived in view of the Bridge of Khazad-Dûm, running towards it I caught a glimpse of the dark, shadowy figure coming quickly behind us, and my fear quickly returned. I knew I had to let Gandalf fall but the thought of it made me sick to my stomach. I glanced quickly at Legolas and the soft smile he gave me took most of my anxiety away, we helped the hobbits across the bridge and turned on the other side to see Gandalf standing in the middle, facing the flaming beast.
Aragorn and Boromir ran towards the bridge, Aragorn proclaiming the name of Elendil and Boromir shouting proudly the name of his home land. Gandalf yelled bravely, several times, "You cannot pass!"
Suddenly, and very unexpectedly I noticed Frodo running also, very close behind them without their knowledge. He's not supposed to do that, I thought quickly before running after him. He had a slight lead so that once I caught up we were right on the edge, feet from the end of the bridge. "We must go back Frodo, there's nothing you can do for him" I cried, but Frodo tried to leave my grasp just as Gandalf broke the bridge right infront of the Balrog. The entire cavern shook and I felt myself falling towards the edge. I pushed Frodo out of the way, back towards the rest of the Fellowship. I was about to catch my balance inches from the edge when the large, fiery whip of the Balrog grabbed Gandalf by the ankles and pulled him down, as he too fell into the darkness.
I lost my concentration for merely a second which cause me to slip once more. I felt myself falling. Falling very fast into the darkness, my attempts at grabbing to the side of the pit were hopeless. It's over, I thought as I could hear "Wilwarin!" cried out above me.
A/N: Still trying to get better with longer chapters, but my time's limited today, I'll try to come up with the next one in the next few days. Hope you enjoyed it, despite the lack of dialogue, I know there will be a lot of it in the next few chapters, and this one didn't really need it.
Please review! I'd like to know how I'm doing!
Wilwa